Smut Book

The Bad Boy - Jaden Hossler

~soft smut, praise kink~

I clung to my books tightly, pressing their covers against me as I walked the halls. Feeling eyes on my and giggles in the distance as I made my way to my locker. The chances are people weren't laughing at me but in the back of my head I still thought I was the reason. A flush of relief fell over me as I reached my locker, opening the door and getting what I needed. I pulled my English notes out, knowing I had that class first before closing my locker. I wore a white baggy shirt tucked into my black tennis skirt with my black knee high socks and boots.

I rushed passed the crowds of people and made it to my class, Miss Sherrie's English. "Hello dearie. You're on time" She smiled as I took my seat at the back, right by the wall. I said 'hi' back before opening my notes, continuing with my essay as my classmates filtered in. The seat next to me empty as usual, I don't have many friends. My friends being my teachers, because I don't actually have anyone else

My breathing hitched as I felt a presence next to me, the chair being pulled from beside me. The strong aroma of cologne and weed filling my senses as they sat down. I flickered my eyes over, seeing black fluffy hair and a perfect jawline. I know who this is, and I know this isn't going to be good. "Miss Sherrie assigned me to you" I heard his deep voice, my hairs standing up as he spoke. "Why" I croaked, my voice quiet as I was intimidated. "I'm failing, and she thinks you can help me" he admitted, leaning back in his chair and chewing on the end of his pencil.

I released a breath I didn't know I was holding, continuing with my work and pretending I didn't have him beside me. My mind soon flooded with thoughts, not all of the PG. Surprisingly, I'm not a virgin - but I'm not experienced either. "Mr Hossler, if you could pay attention please" Our teacher shouted over. Jaden Hossler, the bad boy and most attractive person I've ever seen. His eyes are the perfect shade of blue, his facial structure, the tattoos that travel down his neck to god knows where. He was perfect. 

"You good" Jaden asked, getting his notebook out to actually do something. "Yes" I stuttered, snapping out of my thoughts of what he could to to me. I heard a low chuckle leave his throat making me turn to him, my cheeks heating up as I meet his eyes - knowing he was already looking at me. "Do I make you nervous?" He whispered, moving his lips closer to my ear so I could feel his hot breath against my skin. I gulped down the lump in my throat, goose bumps erupting over my skin as his breath trickled down my neck.  "No" I whispered, gripping at my pencil as I felt his hand play with the bottom of my skirt. "I don't believe you" He chuckled lowly, his hand gripping at my upper thigh. "How dirty are your thoughts princess?" He asked, running his hand up my thigh making my breathing become uneasy,

"You thinking of what my fingers could do?" He asked, his fingers rubbing my clit through my underwear making my breathing stop momentarily. "Or maybe it's about me fucking you in these knee high socks, huh?" He asked, laughing slightly at my weak state.  I quickly stood up, grabbing my stuff and leaving as the bell rang. I walked quickly to my locker, changing my books as I tried to think of anything else. I gasped when a figure pressing their chest against my back, the arms wrapping round my waist. "Here's my number baby, just so I can get help with English" He whispered, handing me a small slip of paper before disappearing. 

The rest of the day went by slowly. My arousal grew as thoughts of Jaden kept flooding my mind. I kept studying the slip of paper which his number was wrote across, wondering if I should call it or not. I left the school as the day ended, my denim jacket on as I walked in the cool air. My hands in my pocket as I played with the paper, debating whether or not to do anything. 

"You never texted me" I heard a voice from behind my making me stop. "My house is this way, come on" Jaden walked passed me, grabbing my arm and dragging me with him. "What makes you think I want to go with you" I argued, walking along side him. "Because of how you acted earlier" He smirked, pulling me into a neighbourhood. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right I couldn't get him out of my head. "I bet you're wondering what I could do to you" He continued, a string of confidence in his tone as he pulled me into his house. The journey was just full of him boosting his own ego, telling me I was pretty and making jokes which surprisingly made me giggle.